I haven’t been online in a whole week and so much crap has happened:
It’s a good thing I don’t have much homework today…
School’s been better, but it’s keeping me busier than I’d like… 
Anyway, I guess that’s all I really have to say. Gots to go do crap.
edit: oh. If you want/need/would like to stalk me by obtaining my new address/phone number, get in touch.
Well the time has come: we’re officially moving tomorrow. Things are rather hectic, everyone is irritable, and I myself am quite tired.
So now I just have to hit submit… turn off the computer… and pack him up…
If all goes well, he’ll be back out tomorrow, but I won’t be online till Thursday… unless I can connect to a neighbor’s wireless network…
Adios muchos.
Has it really been an entire week since I last posted?!?
Ever so sorry that I haven’t tortured you with excessive crap to read…
Life’s been ever so boring lately… and because I’m practicing my intense procrastinating skills, I’m going to use paragraphs instead of bullets. 
It doesn’t feel like a Friday, which is rather infortunate in my opinion… I have 3 more full days living in this house… It’s sort of hard to comprehend; I suppose I’ll get to that later.
iPod nano! I want one. I’ve thought about it a lot during Chemistry, and I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no substantial reason why I should spend $2K on a PowerBook. Soo… I want to try and sell my current iPod as soon as possible, then go buy a nano and an iBook from the Apple Store downtown. And then sell my iMac whenever I can. I’m pretty serious too. I know I’ve said I’m going to buy stuff a lot before and I never do, but this is serious enough that I’ve already come up with names for both the iBook and the nano.
In fact, I’ll spend a whole paragraph talking about names… Okay… are you ready? Can you handle this? None of you know this. Except you queer stalkers. And it’s going to blow your mind. ARE YOU READY? (I’m really bored) Here it is: I like to name things. There. You heard it.
Are you done hyperventilating now? So.. some examples… Of course there’s George. He’s a George. Maximillian is my iMac’s name (get it? Max/Macs?). My iPod is Harry (Harry Podder actually). My first violin was Henry. Not to be confused with the late Henry the Fish (the one whose fin fell off). My violin’s name is Samuel (more on this below) because he was made by Samuel Shen. I’ve never really thought about it, but the piano’s name must be Percival. I can’t tell you the names I came up with for the new stuff though. Not until I get them.
Ok. Samuel. Remember? I said “more on this below”? Welcome to below. There are too many people named Sam. There. I said it. Shoot me now. Example: There’s the Sam, Samuel from the internet, Samuel from first period, the two Samanthas in homeroom, another two Samanthas in Chemistry, and some girl in Spanish (but of course we call her Lola…) If your name is Sam and you’re reading this, you should be jealous of anybody named Armin. Hey look! My name’s Armin!
Here’s the meat of this post, and it’s semi-somewhat serious/intense/don’t make fun of me. I’ve been feeling really funky lately. It’s second only to one other funky feeling about a year ago… but that was good. And this is weird.
Man, I don’t even know where to start. I guess here: I keep having these weird feelings that I’m dead. Yeah. I know. Like Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense? You know, when he starts realizing that he’s been dead for awhile and he has no idea… It’s almost like that. I keep surprising myself when I say something, almost like I didn’t think I knew how to talk. I totally lose myself when people are talking to me and I have no idea what’s going on sometimes. It takes me a second to realize where I’m going in the halls or what book I’m looking for in my locker.
I don’t know. I meant for that to be more meaningful, but I’m not quite the master of putting stuff into words… 
Well anyhow, I think that’s enough. I just realized I’m home alone and I don’t even remember my parents leaving…
“A mind is a terrible thing to waste.” – Some Smart Guy
“A heart is a terrible thing to waste.” – Armin Vosough
Peace out, a-town down. Straight at you homey. 
edit: I can’t believe I forgot! Here it is:
Pull out your You-Doo dolls.
“LOOK AT MA BELLYBUTTON!!!”
Ok. I’m done now.
With any luck, this weekend will be:
But right now, I feel utterly crappy. But at least I don’t feel udderly crappy.
Well maybe not; cows are cool.
Put your arms around me baby…
Put your arms around me baby…
Iiiii just waannnt to fly.
90s alternative 
L8r.
MUCH!
ha.